EVO Universe 1: The First (22 page)

“No…I’m not going,” Sophia shook her head, “I’m
not
going back till I find them…”

Alexis accepting the impossible did not bother reason with her as she gently cupped her face, “Then you have to run…run…”

Sophia knew what she meant, despite probably winning, the last thing this house needed was a firefight on the front lawn. She had to protect the people she loved and cared about…even Peter and Trisha. She rose to her feet with Alexis in control again, it was then that Alexis realized the dramatic changes in her.

Sophia silently leaned down to place her forehead against hers for a final goodbye before stepping away; she stopped locking eyes with the General, letting him know this would not be the final time for them.

Her lips quivered as she pointed in his direction, “Conversation to be continued…I will see you again…
real
soon.”

Sophia headed to the door as Alexis took over looking at her father with betrayal and utter disgust. She first shot Trisha a dirty look making her cower further behind the large old chair for some “protection”; quickly she walked over to Mrs. Matheson kneeling down in front of her holding her hand.

“Ma…I got to go…” smiled Sophia

“I’m so sorry,” she wept, “Baby I’m so sorry for what we’ve done to you…”

“Ma…you didn’t do anything to me,” Sophia caressed her cheek as she reassured her, “I love you…I got to go but…I love you…”

She quickly kissed her hand before walking off heading for the front door, she slowed down as she saw through the glass doors the multitude of cars and law enforcement littering the law; butterflies filled her stomach as she took a deep breath grasping the doorknob before flying it open and stepping out.

“She’s coming out! She’s coming out!” an officer screamed.

Sophia stepped out onto the lawn surveying the sea of personnel, vehicles, and guns aimed at her. She did not even notice the neighbors watching from their lawns and windows. The way she saw it if she tore through the least path of destruction, she would be gone before any of them jumped in their vehicles and gave chase.

Armitage stood there with bullhorn ready and hand up making sure no one foolishly opened fire creating an unneeded combat situation.

“Dennison, hands up and down on the lawn! There’s nowhere to run!” he ordered praying that if there were a God in heaven, she would comply.

“She’s gonna bolt…” Mercer muttered.

“She’s not gonna bolt…” Armitage shot back.

Slowly she raised her hands up as commanded surveying the lay of the land, spotting two squad cars with the least amount of bodies covering it.

Seeing that she was complying, Armitage gave a mental prayer of thanks not having spoken to God since he was an altar boy as he followed up with his third order, “Down on the floor Dennison! Down on the floor!”

He would find out that God was up there, hocking a loogy on him. A fake smile grew on her face as Sophia went half way down as if she was going to the lawn making the agents move closer. Her face switched up to a sneer as she exploded kicking up dirt and grass on the lawn; knocking two agents out of the way who would be thankful later that they had body armor on.

“She’s bolting! She’s bolting!” Mark yelled scrambling.

“I told you!” yelled Dustin running with him.

Gunfire erupted, but none of them would touch Sophia as she put it into overdrive charging like a bull toward the barricade of squad cars.

“Get out the way!! Get out the damn way!!” yelled Mark on the bullhorn seeing the direction she was charging.

BADOOM!
Was the sound that sent everyone in the area of impact ducking for cover as Dennison smashed through two unmanned squad cars sending them both into an almost three hundred and sixty degree spin. Once again, she went into a full out sprint jetting out of the residential area for the main street. Those that were able and brave scrambled getting into their vehicles to begin pursuit along with Mercer and Armitage who was behind the wheel of their issued vehicle leading the chase of a woman literally out running them on foot.

“This shit cannot be happening,” Dustin shook his head in disbelief holding on for dear life, as Mark drove, “This shit cannot be happening man!”

“You took a drink today?” Mark asked while pushing the gas pedal to the floor.

“No!” he yelled.

“Neither did I...this shit is happening…” Mark gritted his teeth trying to catch up with the woman doing near a hundred on foot.

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Back at the Matheson’s house General Matheson exited his house with two pieces of luggage heading for his car; Mrs. Matheson chased after him demanding answers while Alexis chased after her mother followed by Jeff bring up the rear.

“Mom! Mom!” Alexis frantically called to her.

Mrs. Matheson had blinders on obsessed with chasing down her husband who she still remembered, “Where are you going Bernard?! Where are you going?!”

He doesn’t answer her as he went for the car door, but she managed to jump in front of him grabbing him by the front of his shirt trying to shake him, “What did you do, you son of a bitch?! Tell me what you did!”

“I did what I had to do for my country!” he fired back refusing judgment even by his own wife.

“Did you murder my baby, did you murder my baby and Sophia took the fall for it? You bastard!” She slapped him hard across the face, which angered him enough to grab her; Alexis jumped in slapping his hand off her, getting in between them to protect her mother.

“Don’t you touch my mother…get out of here and never come back…” she bared her teeth at her father while giving him a direct order.

The General sneered before opening his car door throwing his bags in, hopping into the driver’s seat and quickly backing out of the driveway before speeding off.

“God help you if you had anything to do with this Bernard! God help you!!” Mrs. Matheson broke down crying in the arms of her daughter who held her close as Jeff put a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder.

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Back at the chase, fast as they floored their vehicles the fleet of pursing police and F.B.I vehicles could not catch-up with Sophia easily clocking a hundred miles an hour or more. By right, she could have probably gone faster, but there was the great fear at her current speed that she would accidently slam into an unsuspecting car hurting someone.

As she spied the helicopters flying overhead probably broadcasting the unbelievable spectacle below of her version of the O.J. chase on foot, the last thing she needed was to be filmed accidentally killing innocent people trying to escape Five-O. She needed some distance between herself and the authority and decided to head to the nearest highway to get it.

“Looks like she’s headed for Interstate 10,” Dustin hung on to the strap inside the car as Mark drove like a maniac.

“We got to stop her before she gets on there…” Mark pushed the 2008 Impala to its max, his mind going through a thousand scenarios to end this. A reject sign flashed on every one of them spelling disaster.

“With what, the bazooka in my ass cheeks?!” Dustin barked breaking Mark’s concentration, which set him off.

“Why don’t you stop acting like a bitch and think of something man!” he said getting into Dustin’s ass, “I can’t drive and do everything!”

“You want me to do something? Fine!” Mercer yelled back removing his seat belt. He turned throwing his rear into the window going for something in the backseat, he came back around brandishing a Heckler and Koch MP5 locked and loaded.

Mark glanced at the combination and saw a bad idea, “What the fuck are you going to do with that?!”

“Something!!” yelled Dustin

He leaned half his body out the window taking aim the best he could from a moving vehicle doing close to eighty, and pulled the trigger trying to unload rounds from the Heckler into Sophia’s back. Several pierced through the mid-riff leather Goth jacket and shirt she was wearing, but none pierced her skin as they just bounce off like previous rounds failing to penetrate her.

Sophia turned quickly to shoot Dustin a dirty look for ventilating the only articles of clothing she had in her possession, and then picked up speed darting onto Interstate 10.

Mark quickly drifted the car leaving skid marks to make the exit onto the highway while grabbing onto Dustin who almost fell out.

“Get your ass in here!” Mark barked.

Dustin fell back into his seat checking his rounds with disgust, “Any other bright ideas you want me to come up with?”

“There’s got to be a way to stop her…” A Dodge Charger patrol car blasted right by them on a mission cut off Mark’s vocal train of thought.

“What the…” Mark’s face twisted in disbelief.

“Looks like someone’s got an idea,” Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“If he’s thinking of doing, what I think he’s doing...,” Mark seeing an idiot attempting a dumbass move got on the CB, “Someone tell that dumbass in the Charger ahead of us to stand down!”

“Go suck an asshole FBI man!” came over their CB from the State Trooper in front of them, “While you two are holding each other’s dicks, I’ll show you how to shut this freak show down!”

“How’s he know we’re holding each other’s dicks?” an insulted Dustin turned to his partner asking.

Mark ignored his partner’s joke stepping on the gas, “We got to stop that dumb fuck before we’re a wreck on a wreck on this interstate!”

Sophia at this point was moving way beyond a hundred miles per hour based off Armitage’s speedometer pushing his car to ninety. Without realizing it, she had gotten better at maneuvering around objects at great speeds.

It made it easy for her to move around vehicles considering they were going with the flow of traffic, also cars literally began to part like the red sea at the sight of a woman on foot moving faster than most vehicles on the highway with a fleet of police cars attempting to chase her down.

Sophia thought the fact that she smashed through their barrier with considerable easy, and out running the FBI, and Houston’s finest on the busiest highway on foot would give them a hint to back off. However, they were unbelievably relentless, despite witnessing the impossible taking place in front of their eyes.

Maybe they figured she would eventually run out of gas, hit the wall; but there was no wall for her, and her tank would never run low from what it seemed. They’re tanks would surely run low before hers, giving the ten year veteran State Trooper in the supped up dual turbo charged Hemi powered Charger motivation to put pedal to the metal to end this quick.

“Time for some jungle bunny road kill…,” grinned the State Trooper

The Trooper went into “Fast and Furious” mode with the objective to slam right into her from behind hoping the reinforced grill guard would clip and trip her up, so he could run her over. No one would dispute he was not doing his duty. As his vehicle moved in for the apparent kill Sophia sensing something coming up from behind simply moved out of the way while maintaining her speed. Royally pissed that his initial plan did not work, the trooper decided to take a more direct approach swerving his car into her like he would do with a regular vehicle during a car chase…he would soon wish it was another regular vehicle.

Dodge Charger met unstoppable force as Sophia literally stopped the car from slamming into her with one arm grabbing it by its hood while breaking the passenger side window with her thumb, taking the now terrified State Trooper for a ride pulling the car along with her.

“Jesus Christ!” screamed the Trooper pulling out his issued side arm firing repeated shots that just bounced off her.

Fed up with people putting bullet holes through her clothes, she lost it reaching down grabbing the bottom of the car.

“Awwww shit!” she had meant to flip the car over on its driver side stopping it in a screeching halt.

Once again, not in full control of her own strength, she sent the vehicle flying over the guardrail into opposite oncoming traffic a good forty feet up, high enough to know that when it landed there was a slim to nil chance the officer inside would survive. There was also the high possibility the vehicle might land on another vehicle, or cause a massive wreck injuring and possibility killing many people.

She could not allow that to happen as she slid to a halt leaving a trail of smoke while kicking up concrete, in just two steps she launched herself towards the falling near three thousand pound vehicle catching it in mid-air.

Her landing was extremely awkward due to the sheer size of the vehicle, but she managed to get her feet underneath her as she came down on one knee. Oncoming traffic stopped abruptly in their tracks causing a few minor rear fender benders at the unbelievable scene.

On the other side of the guardrail, every patrol car that was on her heels screeched to a halt. Civilians, special agents, and local police all exited their vehicles watching with their hearts in their throats as Sophia rose to her feet, and gently lowered the Dodge Charger back down onto its four wheels. The State Trooper inside righted himself and quickly wiped his eyes while sniffling as he quickly looked around making sure no one saw the state he was in.

As Dennison slowly walked around the vehicle, the authorities on the other side finally came to their senses drawing their firearms on her. There were about thirty to forty screams from men and women alike telling her to get on her hands and knees as she slowly placed the hood to her Goth jacket on her head.